Sharon is a really good friend. She’s our housemate, and a really excellent massage therapist, and she’s also our very-part-time nanny. (Alas, her hours keep shrinking with my paycheck!) Right now she’s watching Cate, and Cate has decided to take a hour long bath while she sings a newly written opera. Because this requires no direct supervision, Sharon is sweeping all our hardwood floors. Which his why you should not hire me as a nanny. Because, really, I would never do that . I would read “People” magazine and eat potato chips, and just generally add to the mess on the hardwood floors.

I just called Jen and nonchalantly said something like “Hi. Just calling. Call me later today if you feel like it. I’ll be home.” When what I really meant to say was, “Hi. Somebody has to call me RIGHT NOW, because otherwise I will be forced to work on my presentation for Emergent and then I will start feeling like a totally uneducated interloper and be tackled by visions of immenent failure!!!” When really, I’ve been working on my presentation for a while now, and deep down I know that I actually know stuff and shouldn’t be worrying about it. It’s just a big ole’ case of prepubescent “What if they don’t like me??” stuff, which is why I’m going to home school my children in junior high. But that’s another story.

Oh, and by the way, Catie lost her first tooth. She’s only 4.5 and kids don’t usually loose their teeth this early, so she is very excited. Also, her Grandfather just took her on an outing to Gaswork’s Park which has this really big hill with a zigzaggy path. So here is Catie’s picture. “This is me whiz my bloody tooth and my silver dollar from the tooth fairy.”